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piano - yoongi

The familiar notes mesh together to form a soothing melody that dances around you. As you walk down the long, school halls, all you could hear was the piano softly playing from the music room.

Curious to see and hear more, you continue in the direction of the noise. The closer you got, the more you could make out of the figure that sat at the piano. When you reached the doorway, you paused.

There was something about him that bothered you. His posture. The cold, scary aura that filled the space around him. His unkempt blonde hair.

Min Yoongi.

Was he really playing piano after school? You've never noticed. The music door was always closed and you could barely make out the sounds.

But Yoongi sat in front of the piano, pouring his whole heart into the song. His fingers pressed onto the keys ever so gently, showing his passion for music.

Leaning on the doorframe, you could feel the corners of your lips rising into a smile and your soft eyes brightening. If only others saw this side of Yoongi.

So lost into your own thoughts, you hadn't noticed Yoongi's hands were on top of the keys but still. He could feel your presence behind him. You reluctantly pushed yourself off the doorframe quickly with the help of your palms.

"Who's there?" A disturbed Yoongi asks, sending chills up your spine.

He had caught you watching him. He had caught you seeing this side of him. A side he never shows anyone. You gulped down a breath, afraid of what he might do to you.

"I-I didn't m—"

"(y/n)?" Yoongi asks in disbelief. He turns his head in your direction before swinging his whole body around and crossing his legs. Your breath hitches in your chest. "Were you spying on me?"

You shook your head quickly before responding. "No. I was just," Your earlier thoughts remind you of why you were exactly there. "I was just summoned by your playing."

He stood up from his place. Yoongi's left eyebrow arched with satisfaction. "Summoned?"

"That's not the correct word." Your eyes drift away from him to think. "Conjured? No. Possessed?"

Yoongi reaches both hands up. "Woah. Stop right there. That's some scary shit."

You nod in response, agreeing. Summoned? Conjured? Possessed? You idiot, (y/n).

"I just heard a familiar melody and followed it." Your hands gesture to the room you were in. "Now we're here."

Yoongi nods his head, understanding from your perspective. "I see."

"But that earlier," You pointed to the piano, to which his attention returns to your face. "Can you teach me it?"

"Teach you?" He takes it all in. "Okay. Come here."

You stride towards Yoongi and sit in his seat as he moves to your right side. He extends his left arm across your front and plays a chord. You mimic his action and play the same chord. And as for the following chords he showed you, too.

When he added the keys and notes for the right hand, you were suddenly confused. Your brows scrunch up and you wrinkled your nose and looked at him.

"What?" He asked impatiently before continuing to play the remaining notes, causing your eyes to turn towards the keys he pressed.

You attempted to copy him but was stuck on one stupid key. It kept messing with your mind. Yoongi and the piano note.

Why was he the cold person he was? Why did he not interact with others at all? Why did he hide the sensitive and caring side of him?

Of course you and Yoongi has never talked or was ever in the presence of each other before. You barely knew each other. But you felt the urge to just talk to him and ask him if he was okay. You were now curious as to interested in Yoongi.

After you had gotten the notes down and memorized, you played the portion of the song that Yoongi taught you while he stood beside you, watching. You were amazed with yourself. So amazed and thankful that you sprung from your seat and threw your arms around him and held him tight.

"Thank you for teaching me this beautiful piece!" Your eyes burst open as you carefully sat and looked down, embarrassed. Your cheeks were flushed and your heartbeat quickened. Why did you just embarrass yourself like that? He'll think you're weird.

Your eyes turn to Yoongi and he just stands there, frozen, with a shocked expression. You bit your lip softly as you mumble out an apology.

"You're weird." He bluntly states. Clearly, I'm weird. I just hugged you for no reason.

You turn around to play again when you hear his soft footsteps leaving the room. You had to ask him. You just had to.

"Why are you so cold?" Your words made him stop in his tracks. Both of you turn to face each other.

"Hm?"

Arms crossed in front of you, you frown. "Why are you so mean to everyone? Why don't you talk with anyone or tell someone your problems? Why do you pretend you're all mean and cold when really, you're a nice and sensitive guy?"

Yoongi takes a step towards you and points a finger at you. "You don't know what I've been through!" You stood frozen in place. You just hit his spot. The expression on his face scared you out of your wits. His clenched fists uncrumble as he tries to contain himself.

Ignoring him, you turn back to the piano and began playing once more. His angry, heavy breathing seemed to calm down a bit as you played. Once you reach the end of the song, you don't hear Yoongi anymore. Until he speaks up.

"I need you," He easily answers. Your mind blanks out for a bit. What? "to help me in life." You pause, not moving an inch.

"It's also the name of the song." And just like that, Min Yoongi walked out of the room, out of the hall, through the school doors, and into your life.